What was supposed to be a lovely weekend here:
turned into a homebound weekend of this:
And this....I know, if I didn't know better, I might call child protection services myself.
We were all excited and ready to brave a weekend with all the kids in Key West. It was going to be iffy - all of us plus my mom in one hotel room, but we were willing to try. Until the night before we were going to go and the kids were sick and up on an off all night. Debate ensued. My mom offered to stay home with the twins and Ryan and Cash and I could go. So we headed forward with that plan. Until the twins got crabbier and crabbier. When my neighbor (another ophthalmologist) happened to come home early from work that day, we figured out Ashton had pink eye. She said that pretty much we were all going to get it.
When Ryan was home, we discussed further options. He had a conference to go to, they were providing hotel rooms, and I really wanted to go and had been planning on it for months. BUT. A very slight red spot in my eye made me a person of suspect. And apparently going to a conference full of ophthalmologists saying you have "pink eye" is about on the same scale as yelling "terrorist" in an airport. So I was not only uninvited but pretty much forbidden from attending the conference.
Pink eye, plus snot from his cold, plus a split lip from falling on his face, plus how pathetic he looks in his helmet.... Poor kid.
Oh well, at least I didn' t have to go to some measures to get there. Our ophthalmologist neighbor's husband is also a physician. He wanted to go to the conference and get perks too, but to do so, apparently he had to sign up to give rectal exams all day.